“For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.”

“When I die, Dublin will be written on my heart.”

“There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.”

“Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.”

“In the particular is contained the universal.”

“Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can. Bawd and butcher, were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A look around.”

“The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.”